“And how did you get back up?” Velakia asked, caught in Blanc’s story.
“I didn’t,” Blanc chuckled, “The person who almost sent to the Vita was the one who also brought back, and woke up after I swallowed too much lake water.”
“That’s an older sister, alright,” Velakia sighed, rembering her own doings.
“I didn’t speak with her or my mother for a week after that, annoyed that they almost sent to my death laughing,” Blanc chuckled softly looking back at the mory of it, “What annoyed perhaps even more, was that they kept on laughing at during that week as they found it cute to see annoyed, only stopping when I went crying to my father, begging him to make them stop.”
“Did he do it?” Velakia asked, grinning.
“He laughed as well,” Blanc sighed, shaking his head. “For how cold that man is, you’ll see him enjoy his life at the worst of monts.”
Velakia burst out laughing, turning on her back as she placed the back of her hand over her eyes.
“Now, now,” Blanc clicked his tongue, “Let’s not add to the list of people laughing at that story.”
“Sorry,” Velakia muttered through the laughter.
Blanc shook his head, waiting for the laughter to stop. Once it did, he was next to ask, “How about you, my dear, any terrors you brought upon your younger brothers?”
Velakia turned back on the side, facing Blanc, her eyes lost in his, “There was once.”
“Oh, now I want to laugh as well,” Blanc smiled, his eyes lost in hers as well.
Before she began, Velakia went in and kissed Blanc lightly, “Promise you will not judge .”
Blanc narrowed his eyes, “Is it that bad?”
“Promise ,” she repeated.
“Fine, I promise,” Blanc chuckled.
Velakia sighed, her right hand moving across Blanc’s arm as she began.
“My seventeen-year-old brother once fell in love with one of the maids at the castle.”
“My man,” Blanc chuckled.
“Did you say sothing?” Velakia eyed him coldly.
“No,” Blanc coughed and cleared his throat the next mont, “Please continue.”
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Velakia shook her head lightly, but returned to the story, “He was fourteen at that ti, and all he did in those days was train, write, and read. But every evening, before dinner, he would have a cup of tea, served by that sa maid.”
“Was the age difference large between them?” Blanc asked.
“Yes,” Velakia giggled at the mory, “She was over thirty-five, with kids and a husband of her own. But that did not matter to my foolish little brother. He drank his tea and sent glances her way for an hour straight until dinner. But the problem ca when he found a romance book in the library, one of our mother’s. And he read it all by the next day, choosing not to sleep but to research.”
“Research?” Blanc chuckled, “What exactly?”
“How to make a woman fall in love with him, as per the book’s story,” Velakia sighed, “The issue, however, was that the book was close to a forbidden love, with the man kidnapping the woman.”
“Oh no…” Blanc stopped his chuckle by placing a hand over his mouth.
“Mhm,” Velakia nodded, “He kidnapped her for two days straight in the dungeons where he told her poetry, brought her flowers, and fed her with a spoon, waiting for her to fall in love with him. But it never did happen as he was found by the guards, questioned, brought before our father, with the maid released and dismissed after being given a large sum of money to remain silent.”
“Indeed, a forbidden love,” Blanc muttered, lost in thought, “But how does that involve you, though?”
Velakia closed her eyes, “Let’s just say I knew he had a crush on her, and wanted to see how far he would go, with the intent to stop him if things went south. So I placed the book in a place he would see it, by mistake, called the maid over to at the mont he wanted to kidnap her, and remained silent over the two days she was held captive.”
“...” Blanc stood silent for a bit, barely believing his ears, “Why?”
“Because I found it funny,” Velakia replied honestly, opening her eyes to see Blanc still covering his mouth, “What?”
“You are a worse older sister than even Sera is,” Blanc whispered.
“You promised not to judge ,” Velakia jumped up, starting to punch Blanc’s shoulder.
“I didn’t expect you to be a monster,” Blanc replied, defending himself with his hands.
When he saw that it would not be enough to calm her down, he hugged Velakia’s waist tightly, before, with a quick spin, sending her on her back with him on top of her.
Velakia’s eyes widened, her cheeks turning crimson.
“Leave alone,” she muttered, trying to push him off her, “I am a monster, aren’t I?”
Blanc chuckled, looking at her embarrassed face, “A cute monster.”
“I will punch you if you call that one more ti,” Velakia clenched her jaw, grabbing Blanc’s neck lightly.
“What exactly, hm?” Blanc asked, pushing her hands above her head, “Cute or a monster?”
Velakia looked to the side, annoyed.
“Should I get off, then?” Blanc asked, his lips kissing her cheek.
“Am I a monster?” Velakia countered.
Blanc couldn’t help but chuckle at that, but decided to reply honestly, “No.”
“Then no, as well,” Velakia said, before pulling Blanc into a kiss.
A kiss that sent them busy for a few more hours until dawn was almost above them. They did not get to sleep, but they didn’t need to either; the ti shared together was relaxing enough for their brains to rest slightly.
When dawn ca, they rushed to get dressed, all the while using the story that both had said earlier in the night to annoy the other. Still, once everyone was awake, between the banter, arguing, and eating, they prepared for the Domain ahead of them.
And the orange eyes moving around through the Black Forests of this Domain.
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